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Snowy Day Holding

After a busy Christmas at work I was grateful to have the weekend off, we didn’t waste any time and headed up North to see family. We left immediately after I finished work on Friday night and planned to travel back late on Saturday evening. We were surprised at the amount of snow we found when we got there, it took longer than expected to arrive and we were exhausted when we finally made it after 11pm. We said hello to the family and headed straight up to bed, collapsing under the duvet and barely stirring until morning. We were woken early by my nieces and nephew bouncing around on the bed; I needed a wee so it wasn’t the most welcome of wake ups… It’s a good thing they’re cute! They then led us by the hand downstairs to breakfast, I still needed a wee but it wasn’t too urgent so I sat and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast with the family, catching up on their Christmas and enjoying spending time with the kids. We then headed into the living room and exchanged presents, it was a joy to see the children opening their presents and playing with their toys. I helped my sister in law take the wrapping paper out to the recycling bin and was taken back once again by how bitterly cold it was, it took my breath away and I rushed back inside to warm up by the fire. The plan for the day was a simple but fun one; we would head out to the local park with our sledges and enjoy playing with the kids in the snow. I had been worried about being warm enough but when I opened the last of my presents I was thrilled that my niece and nephew had bought me a onesie so I decided to wear this underneath my clothes to keep me warm! We headed back upstairs to get dressed, there was someone in the loo so I headed straight for the bathroom and jumped into the shower, I had a bit of a wriggle as the warm water reminded me of my need for the loo, I contemplated peeing in the shower but decided against it as it wasn’t my bathroom. I wrapped a towel around me and dashed across the landing to our bedroom; I quickly dried myself and pulled on my underwear before popping my onesie on and zipping it up. I decided to wear jogging bottoms over the top of them, with a big hoodie and then my coat. Two pairs of socks completed my outfit and I pulled on a pair of wellies to keep my feet dry. I still needed a wee so decided I would go as soon as I left the bedroom, as I did so however I found that everyone was waiting for me downstairs and my nieces and nephew were shouting me! I decided to wait until we went somewhere for lunch, I could easily hold it. We headed out, the children were so excited and my boyfriend loved showing them how to sledge, we had snowball fights and made snow angels but were all a little cold and rather hungry by lunchtime. We headed off towards the local pub for lunch, it had a roaring fire and we chose a table fairly close to it so that we could thaw out a little. We treated them all to lunch and my brother and sister in law enjoyed the break from the children while my boyfriend took them to another table to do some drawing. They drew a snowman and were keen to build one, my nephew thrust my coat at me and dragged me outside by the hand, we walked across to the park and I helped the three children start a huge snowball, they loved rolling it around the field. I was beginning to really need the loo now and secretly hoped someone would come out and take over so I could head back to the pub and use the loo, my breakfast orange juice had joined with the large glass of water and pint of local cider that I had enjoyed with lunch and they were all now weighing heavily in my bladder on top of whatever I had drunk since I last relieved myself around 6:30pm before leaving work! I kept glancing across towards the pub hoping to see someone coming across to me, eventually to my dismay I saw the whole family heading across the field… I knew that there was no way I would head back to the pub and hold everyone up so I resigned myself to holding it again! We carried on building our snowman and having snowball fights before taking the children up the hill to carry on sledging, we carried on until it went dark, by which time the children were exhausted and all fell asleep in the car on the way home. My nephew woke when we got home and rushed over for a cuddle, we sat on the sofa and he climbed on my lap placing his head on my chest, before we knew it he was asleep and I was once again trapped unable to relieve myself, and with my nephew straddling my lap he was pressing down on my now fairly uncomfortably full bladder. My sister in law made the most incredible hot chocolates and we sat around the fire sipping away at the huge mugs of sweet milky chocolate. My bladder felt as though it was bursting, but somehow the hot chocolate and the lovely cuddle from my nephew must have lulled me to sleep… I woke up a considerable time later, hours in fact to find that my brother and sister in law had also dozed off and my boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. My nephew was still crushing my poor bladder, and with the addition of the hot chocolate it felt as though it was bulging so hard that he was pushing it through to my back. I tried to move but he kept stirring and I didn’t want to wake him, so waited until my boyfriend reappeared and asked him to carefully lift him off me, we took him up to bed and tucked him in still dressed. I desperately needed a wee but there was someone in the toilet so I headed back downstairs, my boyfriend had my coat ready and was saying goodbye to everyone when I got downstairs, he had loaded the car whilst I had been asleep and it was now late and snowing badly so we needed to head back. I glanced back upstairs and saw that the toilet appeared to still be in use, presumably by one of the children so reluctantly hugged everyone and headed out to the car. As we reversed off the driveway I announced “I am DESPERATE for a wee, can we stop at the earliest opportunity please?”, my boyfriend was a little perplexed as to why I hadn’t gone before we left my brother’s house but once I had explained my predicament he was amused. My bladder was so full that I could barely stay still, I searched the roads for anywhere to stop, a fast food restaurant, a public toilet, a petrol station, but there seemed to be nothing, and we were travelling at snail’s pace thanks to the snow so getting anywhere was taking forever. When we eventually hit the main roads it wasn’t much better, an hour passed and I wasn’t any closer to relief. There was a pain low down in my bladder that just couldn’t be eased, and waves of urgency swept over me causing me to fidget terribly until eventually there was no respite and I had to resort to holding myself and scissoring my legs to try and hold on, I begged my boyfriend to try and find somewhere to stop but knew that there wasn’t anywhere, I checked the sat nav on my phone for anywhere that might afford me some relief but all I could see were fields and long roads of nothingness. Another hour passed and I was now so desperate that I begged him to stop anywhere that was safe and had a little privacy, after 15 minutes even privacy wasn’t important and I was just desperate for him to stop before my bladder exploded… I was frantically bouncing around in my seat trying to hold it, the moment he eventually stopped I almost dived out of the car and pulled down my trousers before realising I also had my onesie on! There was no way I was getting completely undressed outside at the side of the road, which would be the only way of removing it so much to my dismay I had no choice but to limp back to the car and lower myself back into the seat. Bouncing was now too painful so I resorted to a slight wiggle and sitting bolt upright to try and give my bladder enough room and prevent squashing it, I clenched my pelvic floor and tried to hold back what now felt like an ocean of pee, with almost 2 hours until we got home there was no way I would be able to make it. My bladder was hugely swollen and bulging out of my abdomen, it was rock hard and aching terribly, every couple of minutes a wave of cramping pain added pressure to my already solid bladder causing it to feel like a bowling ball in my belly before relaxing slightly and repeating the process minutes later. Each wave felt worse than the last and many had made me leak as they tore through me with such ferocity that the pain forced me to relax my muscles momentarily. Eventually the pressure pain was constant and I was whimpering with agony as my poor bladder squeezed with all its might, I tried absolutely everything to hold on and pressed both my hands into my crotch to buy me some time, my boyfriend knew that I was at the absolute edge of my abilities and that I just couldn’t hold it any longer, as if by magic a small layby appeared, just wide enough for a car and seemingly hidden from the road by thick hedges and trees, he pulled over and I jumped out of the car once again, holding myself as he helped to remove my hoody and unzip my onesie, I had already kicked off my wellies in the car so I tore down my trousers and onesie and stepped out of them. I began to pee immediately and quickly squatted down as an enormous stream of pee hissed from me and disappeared into the deep snow. I could see steam rising from between my legs and knew I was melting a patch beneath me with the heat of my blissfully escaping stream. I moaned in pleasure as my bladder began to empty and the pain subsided, after what felt like forever (I am reliably informed it was no more than a couple of minutes) the stream slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped. It was only now that I suddenly realised that I was completely and utterly naked apart from my bra, peeing into the snow in freezing temperatures. I could no longer feel my feet which had been buried deep in the snow, so needed a hand getting up and carefully walking across to the car. I placed my onesie on the seat and pulled on my joggers and hoodie and wrapped up in my coat, I glanced across to see that there was a patch of lush green grass in amongst the white snow, I had cleared a sizeable circle of snow which was still steaming slightly with the heat of my puddle rapidly cooling amongst the freezing snow. I wrapped my painfully frozen feet in my hoodie and turned up the temperature on the car heater as I settled back into my seat, as I looked back out of the window I was surprised to see my boyfriend taking advantage of the stop to release his own sizeable pee into the snow just behind my clearing. Finally we continued our journey, both feeling decidedly more comfortable and vowing that in future we would both ensure that we definitely used the loo before leaving to drive home in the snow.

Burstin

 

Trapped and bursting

I thought I’d just take 5 minutes to jot down possibly the most cliché thing that has ever happened to me… On Thursday I headed to work holding an all-night full bladder which was absolutely bursting when I woke. Showering was difficult but somehow I managed to hold on, and the drive to work was insufferable, I vowed that I would pee as soon as I got into work but there was so much to do that I got distracted and although I was aware that my bladder was about to explode I managed to hold it through the morning. I was upstairs in the stockroom at around 1pm when the urgency hit me with such force that I had to cross my legs tightly, I was mid stock take and fortunately alone so I held myself and pee danced while I completed the last page. As I was about to leave and head to the loo one of my team leaders came upstairs to ask me some questions, I needed a wee so badly that I could barely concentrate on a word she was saying and I had to squeeze everything so tightly that I thought I would rupture something. I stood there trying desperately not to wet myself whilst also trying to wrap up the conversation quickly so that I could dash to the loo. My legs were crossed and I daren’t move for fear of a flood, it hurt so much that I really couldn’t think of anything other than how desperately I needed the loo. I think my team leader was mid-sentence when I blurted out “I’m sorry, I’m desperate for the loo, I’ve got to go”, I headed towards the stairs but knew I wouldn’t make it so quickly jumped in the goods lift and dragged the doors closed behind me… I pressed the button and held myself as a small squirt of pee escaped. The lift had barely started to move when it jumped to a halt, this caused another slightly larger squirt. I was so desperate I knew I couldn’t hold it for much longer and cursed myself for not making time to relieve myself earlier! I stabbed at the buttons with my finger but nothing happened, I pee danced furiously, my judgement was clouded by my desperation and I spent a good 5 minutes just standing there trying not to wet myself before remembering that I needed to inform somebody that I was there. I pressed the alarm button firmly whilst crossing my legs tighter and pressing my free hand into my crotch, after what seemed like an eternity my team leader came to the door and shouted down that she would get help. I hoped she would hurry as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back the flood, I was already dreading wetting myself and being forced to do the walk of shame in front of my rescuers! My only saving grace was that because it was a goods lift there were no cameras inside it so I was free to hold myself and pee dance as much as I needed. I paced back and forth slowly in the small space, trying not to jolt my bladder too much but taking advantage of the fact that moving legs seemed to help. I managed to hold it pretty well like this for around 15 minutes, carefully and slowly pacing with every ounce of concentration trying to relax and not panic. After that though it suddenly became so painful that I could hardly walk, I was so utterly desperate for a wee I contemplated squatting in a corner and letting go, however with the industrial metal floor there was nothing so soak it up and I would have to face my rescuers knowing that the puddle on the floor came from my bladder… Far too embarrassing! I knew I had no choice but to try my hardest to hold it and hope that I wouldn’t be stuck for too long. My manager had been along and reassured me that an engineer was on his way but that it could be up to 4 hours, I knew there was absolutely no way on earth I could hold it for anywhere near that long so hoped he would be quick. I unzipped my trousers and placed both hands into my crotch, carefully pressing a single finger onto my pee hole then using the pressure of both hands to press it firmly into place. It really hurt, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them back and gritted my teeth as the pain settled a little. In that moment I’d have given anything to be able to relieve myself, my abdomen felt as though it was going to explode with the pressure and the pain low down was tremendous but I was absolutely determined not to wet myself. Another 30 minutes passed and the chance of me getting to a loo before the dam burst was becoming less and less likely, I had leaked a substantial amount and was back to trying to ‘walk it off’ but I was so desperate that I could hardly walk! I shouted up to see if there was any update on an engineer and my team leader said she would go and find out, she had been charged with keeping me company but I wasn’t particularly fussed about company unless that company could get me out or provide me with a bucket or something to pee into! When she eventually returned she said that my manager was calling to get an update, she had come to the floor below me this time and we discovered we could speak using our normal voices rather than shouting. “You ok?” she asked, “I’m literally bursting for a wee, I don’t think I can hold it for much longer” I replied, I no longer cared who knew it. “Didn’t you go earlier when you said you needed it?” she asked, “Erm, no, that was when I got stuck in the lift, it’s hurting it’s so bad now!” I said through my gritted teeth. “Oh my god I’m surprised you’ve not wet yourself!” she exclaimed, “I’m not far off!” I laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation. She then launched into a tale of the time she had needed a wee the most “Once I was on my way to my Nan’s house on the train and I was desperate for a wee, then the train got stuck and had to stop because someone had jumped in front of a train further down the line so we were there for almost 3 hours before someone finally came and got us off the train and walked us to a coach to take us to the next station. I was absolutely beside myself. I was so desperate that I even considered just letting it go onto the seat, I was wearing a skirt so could have hiked it up and just peed, but I was embarrassed so I held it!” Suddenly I was fascinated, “Wow, how on earth did you hold it for all that time?” I asked her, “It was okay at first I just needed it badly then it got worse and worse and worse until eventually it was all I could think about and then when they came to get us off the train and onto the coach I had to hold myself while I walked, climbing down the ladder onto the track was almost more than I could manage, I had to really squeeze hard to hold it in or I’d have peed on the guy at the bottom holding the ladder!” she answered, “Oh dear, how on earth did you manage to hold it until the next station on the coach?” I asked, flushing with excitement but trying to play it cool. “Well, walking wasn’t too bad, it seemed to help even though it hurt, but when I got on the coach I had to hold myself again and bounced around on the seat like crazy! There was several of us all in the same state though, there was one woman who peed as soon as we got off the train, she just stooped down where she was and peed, it went on forever she must have been absolutely desperate to resort to that, we were all standing there and she was just peeing in the middle of us all!” she then added “Sorry, it’s probably not helping talking about people weeing while you’re so desperate!” “Actually it’s taking my mind off it a little for some reason” I answered, eager to continue the conversation I added “So how long had you been holding it, and why didn’t you go before you got on the train?” “Well, I’d been shopping in Birmingham before getting on the train and had drunk a large coffee and a bottle of water, oh and a large coke at McDonalds with my lunch, I realised I needed it while I was stood on the platform but it was a long way to go all the way back up to the station and I didn’t want to miss my train, plus my Nan only lives a few minutes from the train station so I thought I’d be able to go in half an hour or so when I got off the train, little did I know there would be such a delay!” she answered, I could barely move again now from the pressure and pain in my bladder, I was standing with my legs crossed and my hands in my crotch and genuinely thought I was about to lose it. “It was the worst I’ve ever needed a wee, it hurt so badly that I would have done anything to be able to go! I was looking for a cup or anything that I could just let a bit out into, I even got up and walked to see if there was an empty carriage so I could hide behind a seat and go but there were people in all of them” she said, “I’m surprised you didn’t end up wetting yourself!” I exclaimed, afraid that I was about to do exactly that. “No, I was determined I wasn’t going to do that, I surprised myself with how long I could hold it actually, after an hour I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer but it was more than 4 hours by the time I got to the loo at the next station” she said, sounding proud. “Wow that’s a long time to hold it, I’m not surprised it hurt, I bet you ran to the loo when you got to the station didn’t you?” I enquired, I was squeezing everything but still trickling now, standing with my legs crossed trying to concentrate on my questions and remain part of the conversation despite my bladder beginning to fail in the most painful of ways. “Well to be honest by the time I got off the train I could hardly walk, my bladder hurt so much and was so hard that when I walked it felt as though it was bouncing and it really hurt and I felt as though if I opened my legs too far I would wee myself! So I had to walk slowly and really squeeze hard, I pretty much waddled to the loo and there was only one cubicle with several people waiting, I literally didn’t think I could hold it any longer and was trying not to hold myself as people were looking so I just stood with my legs crossed so tightly and everything tensed and held on for dear life until it was my turn, I have to admit I had started to pee a little by the time I got to the front of the queue and by the time it was my turn my knickers were damp and my tights had wet streaks down them! It was the best wee EVER!” she proclaimed. I had fallen silent in desperation, I had to go SO badly that I couldn’t even form a sentence, it hurt like nothing on earth and I was barely holding it despite the squeezing and pressing of my fingers deeply into my pee hole. “Are you okay in there boss?” the team leader asked, “Mmm hmmm!” I replied through gritted teeth, I threw my head back and bit my lip as the pain reached unbearable levels. “I bet you’re about to burst aren’t you? You’ve been in there for two hours!” she said, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, no wonder it was so agonisingly painful, I had been bursting at the seams when I entered the lift! “I’m going to wet myself, is the engineer here yet?” I asked frantically as pee rushed out of my pee hole past my fingers and soaked my crotch leaving a wet patch that ran down my thigh. I tried to hold it but it was just becoming so urgent that I was having real trouble. “You can hold it, remember me on the train? I thought I was going to wet myself but held it for hours, it hurts but you can hold it!” she replied, “I thought I was going to wet myself when I was talking to you earlier, now it’s actually happening! I really can’t hold it it’s starting to come! PLEASE find someone who can let me out, can you pull the doors open?? Even if you just pass something in like a bucket or something?” I pleaded. I could hear her tugging at the doors and I could hear the outer one open, “Can you open the door? I can see the bottom of the lift!” she said, I had to really hold myself as I pulled open the door, there was a gap at the bottom but it was only about an inch wide, it was no good, she couldn’t pass in a bucket or anything that would help. I thought I was going to cry, I was literally about to burst, my bladder hurt so much and was cramping so badly that I knew I would completely lose it any second. “Ooh, I know!” she said and I heard her rush off, I was really leaking when she came back but was valiantly trying to hold back the full flood, my trousers were becoming more and more damp though and their pale grey colour was really showing the streaks! I was panicking which didn’t help, “Here! It has no holes as it has to keep the air in, it can be our secret I won’t tell anyone!” she said as she pushed a plastic vacuum storage bag through the tiny gap, “Go into this and pass it back through to me and I will throw it away, I’ll make sure nobody comes while you do it!” she said. I have never been so grateful in my whole life; I rolled down the top of the huge Ziploc back and made a sort of bucket shape out of the thick plastic. It felt weird pulling down my trousers and knickers but I was so utterly bursting that I soon got over it in favour of relief, I squatted down over the rolled up bag and before I had time to think about it I was letting rip the strongest, fastest wee I have ever known, it could clearly be heard hitting the plastic and it hurt a little to finally be relaxing my sore muscles. It felt hot coming out and I couldn’t stop shaking as I finally felt my poor bladder empty… “Blimey, are you ever going to stop? Do you need another bag?” I heard my team leader just outside the door laughing. I felt so embarrassed that I stopped peeing almost instantly and just couldn’t start again, I still needed it quite badly but at least I felt a lot better than I had moments before. I lingered over the bag for a while desperately starting to restart the stream to feel the relief of a full bladder but the embarrassment of the situation had overcome the desperation so I knew it was a lost cause. I stood up and sighed with relief before carefully lifting the bag up and meticulously sealed the top of the bag to ensure than none could escape as I squeezed it out of the gap for my ever loyal team leader to dispose of! As I passed it out of the gap I thanked her for her innovation, she had saved me a major embarrassment, particularly since it was another 2 hours before the engineer arrived and another 30 minutes before he managed to free me, by this time my trousers had dried but I was absolutely bursting for a wee again and couldn’t wait to go and sit on a lovely cool toilet and enjoy complete relief! My team leader hasn’t stopped talking about it every time we’re alone now, and keeps telling me every time she’s desperate for a wee! I may have started something! x

Burstin

 

Desperate Cashier

Today at work was busy, not just normal busy, crazy busy! I had been running around all morning from department to department to try and keep things moving. I knew I needed a wee but there was literally no opportunity for me to go, the entire situation got much worse when someone called in sick. As a manager it is my job to fill in if this happens, so I dutifully took my place on the till while another manager headed off to try and arrange some cover. The second I stood still at the till I realised how desperately I needed the loo, it was bearable when moving around but standing still it quickly became apparent that my bladder was way fuller than I had had time to realise! I was distracted and uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do, cover would be arranged shortly so I had to try and ride it out as best as I could. Most of all I had to try and hide my desperation from the customers, which was a little difficult since I was fairly fidgety. An hour later my fidgeting had escalated to an inability to stay still, I needed to go so badly that it was all I could think about. The discomfort had given way to painful cramps and my bladder was now so distended that it was impossible to ignore. My legs were crossed and my foot constantly shook and tapped on the floor as I fought the urge to let go with all my might, I made mistakes, typed in wrong items and had to really concentrate on counting out the correct change. I radioed my colleague “Any news on some till cover?” his reply wasn’t what I wanted to hear “I haven’t even had chance to look at it yet I’m on a department myself!” I groaned inwardly as a customer approached and I forced a smile. 15 minutes later I could barely manage to hold on, “Hey, have you managed to find any cover yet? Or could someone just cover me for 5 minutes for a code 1” code 1 was our way of saying toilet break without the entire shop hearing… I waited for a response while I served another customer, legs firmly crossed, thighs squeezed together, searing pain ripping through my oh so swollen bladder and no idea of when I was likely to lose control. I slipped off my suit jacket, I was boiling hot and could feel that my cheeks were flushed red. “Are you okay? You don’t look very well?” the customer observed, “I’m fine thanks, just a little warm” I replied with an attempted smile as I bent forward slightly to try and ease the pain of a particularly powerful cramp. “It’s okay, I get them too” she whispered, leaning forwards. “I’m sorry?” I enquired, groaning a little as the words stuck in my throat, I was struggling to breathe without causing extra pressure. “Period pains…” she whispered “… I can tell by the way you’re bending forwards and look so uncomfortable, you should try something warm, it really helps” she continued sympathetically. “Oh, erm, no, I… I mean, I mean yes, yes thanks, I will, erm, I will definitely try that, thanks!” I stuttered, not wanting to share the real reason for my discomfort, not really wanting to even talk, barely able to string a sentence together through desperation but at the same time trying desperately not to be rude. Finally she moved on, I gripped the counter with both hands before leaning forward and placing one hand on my rock hard bladder, I breathed in and out slowly in an attempt to keep myself calm and prevent myself from panicking. I really was about to wet myself, “Any chance of cover for an urgent code 1!” I repeated over the radio, “I’ll get to you as soon as I can” came the response, I winced and crossed my legs as tight as I could manage. I could feel my knickers becoming damp and knew I was in danger of losing control completely any time soon, I was on the absolute edge of my limits. The mornings water consumption of well over 2 litres to curb the hunger pains of not having time for lunch had caught up with me... My usually fairly loose skirt felt tight, the added pressure of the fabric wasn’t helping but there was nothing I could do other than undress completely, which wasn’t an option! Another hour passed, customer after customer just kept coming, I stood barely able to move with my legs firmly crossed, I couldn’t leave the tills full of cash anyway even if there were no customers but at least I could use the privacy to hold myself a little or at least move around and pee dance! “Ohhh God!” I leant forward, one hand on my bladder the other steadying myself on the counter as an enormous, agonisingly painful wave of desperation surged across my bladder, forcing a small squirt of pee to escape. I lifted my knee up to tighten the grip of my thighs, it hurt so bad, I had a customer so despite my agony and the fact that I could barely stand I managed to muddle through. She was incredibly talkative, I managed to get my responses out through gritted teeth and remain polite but I was glad to see her go. The next customer was a little more demanding, lots of questions which needed long winded answers, midway through serving her I really thought I was going to wet myself. I stood frozen to the spot, nodding and smiling all the time knowing I was on the absolute verge of soaking myself and the floor, I could barely breathe, I had resigned myself to the fact that I was unlikely to get any cover and that I was quite possibly going to wet myself, I had to just figure out how to make it happen quietly and without anyone noticing. However If I could just make someone understand my plight there was the tiniest chance that I might just about be able to make it. After 45 minutes longer I knew there was no way I would ever make it to the toilet now, however I decided to try one last radio call just in case I managed to find enough control to make a break for it “Is there ANYONE free for an URGENT code ONE on the tills PLEASE!!” I said, as loudly as I could manage. “I’m sorry, no can do, you need to hold on” came the response after what felt like an eternity, I smiled at the customer who was still deliberating her purchase, she had been away and come back but was as demanding as ever. I was going to wet myself, I had to think quickly “I’ve been holding on for hours, I can’t hold on ANY longer, it really is URGENT!!” I replied, trying to labour my point without sounding woefully desperate, which was difficult since I really was frantic! I smiled again at the customer, oh God why wouldn’t she go away?! I was desperate to hold myself, or lean forward or do absolutely anything that would ease my suffering, I didn’t even care if I wet myself as long as the pain ceased and I was able to concentrate. It hurt SO much that ANYTHING would be better than suffering the pain, I contemplated just running off to the loo however that was no longer an option, the moment I moved I would not be able to hold on, the paper thin seal I was maintaining purely by tensing my aching lips and squeezing my thighs til they burned would not remain if I opened my legs even slightly, so it had to happen here and it had to happen now… Quickly, before I burst completely! “Oh, I’ve just dropped my bank card down the back of the till here!” the woman exclaimed pointing down a small slot behind the till that I hadn’t even realised existed. “Can you get it, it should be on the floor under the till?” she added, uh-oh, this meant bending down… I knew this was it, I couldn’t hold it any longer and bending down would definitely be more pressure than I could endure. I leaned back and looked down, oh God I swear my bladder was about to explode, sure enough there was her card right at the back underneath the till on the floor. “Oh it’s right at the back…” I gasped, the pain was insufferable, “I will have to get right underneath to get it!” I replied, I had to go, I simply could not hold it ANY longer it was beginning to escape and I was starting to wet myself. “Bear with me!” I said, there was a queue of about 8 or 9 people, and a long counter with 3 more tills between me and them… It was a fully enclosed counter so I knew that when I bent down nobody would be able to see me. I quickly moved the metal waste paper bin under the till and tipped out the paper, in one swift movement I lifted my skirt and bent into a squat position, the moment I bent my knees my bladder exploded and pee squirted out all over the carpeted floor, all down my leg and onto my foot, I was soaked however I managed to quickly position myself above the bin and let rip without even attempting to hold back! It could clearly be heard hitting the metal bin but I didn’t even care, it was ecstasy! Pure, unadulterated ecstasy! “Have you go it?” the woman enquired. “I can’t quite reach it, hold on I won’t be a moment” I replied, I tried my hardest to stop the flow, but it was futile, I had needed it too badly and there was no way I would be able to stop even if my life depended on it, if fact even if I was on fire I would not have been able to stop, although I’m fairly sure that the speed and strength of my flow would extinguish even the fiercest fire. I resigned myself to this fact and pushed as hard as I could to be able to finish quickly, eventually I was done, oh God it felt so good, in fact I had never felt so utterly relieved after a wee! “Ahh, I think I’ve got it!” I exclaimed as I crawled out from under the till… “It was caught up under some wires” I pretended to dust it off and handed it to her, she seemed none the wiser about my little indiscretion so I felt less embarrassed. However a queue of over 15 people was now building! I enjoyed being able to stand upright without pain, I had forgotten how comfortable an empty bladder could be! “Someone’s on their way for that code 1 now!” the radio chirped, I smiled to myself, I didn’t reply, instead I waited until the person arrived to cover me, helped them clear the queue then pretended I was still desperate as I walked across the Salesfloor with my bin full of wee. I disappeared into the toilets having grabbed a measuring container off the shelf on the way past… When safely inside the cubicle I sat down and finished off my wee, I’m not sure whether I hadn’t finished or had just accumulated more! Then set about measuring, 2700ml, not bad… Particularly since I’d managed to hold it at my absolute limit for more than 3 hours and since my foot, leg and the carpet beneath the till took a soaking too! No wonder I was bursting!

Burstin

 

Desperate Drive

I had been driving for hours, through the night for an early meeting far from home. The majority of the drive was on country roads barely wide enough for one car, and in pitch darkness due to their rural nature. Hardly surprising then that when I reached my final destination just a little before 6am I was absolutely bursting for a wee. I had been too scared to pull the car over and squat in bushes, partly just because it was so dark and scary and secondly because I had no way of knowing when a car would come and either not notice me and run me over or cast it’s lights on my bare behind! Finally I pulled into a village, of course, being so early in the morning everything was still closed. I drove around in vain searching for a toilet in which to relieve myself, I even stopped to ask an early morning dog walker “No I’m afraid there are none, the petrol station opens at 8am, they have one in there you could use!” I looked at my watch, 5:59am, I thanked him and wound up the window, knowing full well I could never last until 8am. I wound the window back down again “Is there a hotel nearby?” I enquired, perhaps I could check in, use the toilet and check out again (I really was that desperate I was willing to pay!), or even better maybe they had one in the lobby I could use. “Yes, there’s one just the other side of the village, if you keep on this road until you reach the Church you’ll see it on the right hand side about 300 yards up the road” the man’s words were music to my ears. I rubbed my bladder gently as it cramped and tightened, it felt solid as though it was filled with concrete due to the density and overwhelming volume of its liquid contents. I was managing to hold it without too much effort, the odd bump or shake would threaten a leak but I managed to hold back each time. It was the continuous pain that came with my muscles being stretched to their absolute limits that was causing the most discomfort, the sharp pain very low down in my abdomen where the full weight of my bladder was pressing down onto my extremely stretched muscles. On one hand being forced to drive was helping to keep my mind focussed, on the other hand I was desperate to cross my legs and fidget to try and find some comfort. The pain was so severe that it was a constant distraction, all I could think of was how badly I had to go! I found the church without difficulty, but drove up and down the road what seemed like a hundred times looking for the hotel. Finally after driving unbelievably slowly I spotted a tiny guest house, shrouded by trees and in complete darkness. I pulled onto the small car park and squinted at the signs in the window in the light of my headlights, ‘No guests admitted before 8am unless by prior booking’ read one sign. I wondered if they left the door unlocked, although I realised that it was extremely doubtful, it was a small village and I thought perhaps they trusted the locals enough to leave the door open to allow their guests to return late… Maybe, just maybe there was a toilet in the reception area that would be accessible. Writing this now I realise how unlikely it seemed, but I was about to burst and so anything, no matter how improbable was worth a try! I turned off the engine but left the headlights on the car so that I could find a path to the door, as I stepped out of the car I was met for the first time by the full weight of my bladder. I bent forwards and crossed my legs as my body adjusted, I thought I was going to wet myself right there on that car park for a moment as I fought to hold on. I had unzipped my skirt as my bladder grew so was able to discreetly pop my hand down my skirt and hold myself now that I was standing, oh it felt so good. I leant on the inside of the door for a moment and enjoyed the overwhelming relief, but soon remembered that there may be greater relief if I could find a way into this tiny guesthouse. I removed my hand and waddled gingerly towards the front door… I could barely hold it now that I was upright and walking, as I reached the little stone built porch I once again slipped my hand down my loosened skirt and frantically pee danced, I couldn’t hold it for much longer! I tried the door handle, it was locked, I peered through the leaded glass of the heavy wooden door, I tried again and again. It was no good, I crossed my legs and bent forward as I squeezed my fingers into my crotch, I could barely hold it as I began to walk back to the car, hunched over and walking painfully slowly as each step felt like a blow to my severely distended bladder. I glanced around as I reached the car, the car park was very secluded, perhaps I could squat and relieve myself here without anyone noticing? The car park was covered with loose shale so I was confident that my puddle would drain away without being noticed. As I reached into the car to turn off the headlights I glanced out of the windscreen, and noticed a CCTV camera mounted on the front of the building, I swiftly noticed another on the opposite side too… I doubted they would be able to see me in the darkness but daren’t chance it, so reluctantly I lowered myself into the car. My bladder felt as though it had sunk into my pelvic floor, sitting down was now agonising, as it felt as though I was sitting on a sharp spike that sent shooting pains up into my bladder. I toyed with the idea of getting back out of the car and continuing with my plan of relieving myself in the car park, the pain was so immense that I hardly cared about the cameras. But then I remembered that I was in a company car, what if the registration number was traced back to the company and my bosses heard about it? I simply couldn’t risk it so I pulled the car door shut and winced as I placed my feet on the peddles, raising my knees caused undue pressure on my now critically distended bladder and I knew I had to find relief very soon or else I would lose control. I sat for a moment cradling my bladder, trying to think straight whilst so utterly desperate was a challenge. I wriggled in my seat and tried to hold back the imminent flood while I frantically flicked through ideas in my mind. It was almost light now, so finding anywhere out in the open would not be without risk, my meeting wasn’t for another 45 minutes or so and there was no way I could last until then, and nothing in the village opened until 8am, an hour after my meeting started. I had three choices, find somewhere outdoors to squat, find a public toilet outside the village or wet myself, I didn’t much fancy the third option so decided to try and drive to a public toilet and perhaps find somewhere on the way in which to squat if the opportunity arose. Then it occurred to me, my smartphone! Why had this never occurred to me before, I rummaged through my handbag whilst wriggling and squeezing my thighs together in desperation, finally finding my phone right at the bottom. I placed a hand down my skirt and squeezed hard as my body tried to push out the contents of my tired and overfull bladder, I wasn’t sure I could hold it so placed my other hand down there to apply extra pressure, I was panicking now! I bucked my hips and opened the car door ready to dive out, I had leaked badly into my hands but was just about managing to hold it, although I was right at the edge of my abilities and knew I didn’t have long. I opened up the internet search on my phone, and typed in ‘nearest public toilet’ to my astonishment a whole list of sites opened up! I frantically searched through them as I rocked back and forth in agony with my free hand pressing firmly into my crotch, barely able to hold back the flood that was more imminent than ever, finally I found a site that used GPS to pinpoint my location and locate the nearest public toilet. I waited for it to complete its search, knowing that I may not make it in any case, such was the severity of my desperation. “Oooohhhh” I moaned out loud as my bladder contracted, trying to force out its load past my carefully positioned fingers. My wrist ached from applying such pressure and my thighs shook from being so tightly crossed, I opened my legs and rubbed my fingers in a circular motion without removing even a gram of pressure. It felt better, why was my phone taking so long to search? The rural location can’t have been helping, I knew I didn’t have long, I sat up and bent forwards resting my head on the steering wheel, both hands now pressed into my crotch again, “Come on, come on, come on!” I pleaded with my phone, at the same time willing myself to continue holding on. I closed my eyes for a second and heard my phone beep, I removed a hand from my crotch and grabbed it from the passenger seat “Nearest toilet 5 miles, 8 minutes drive” was displayed on the screen. I didn’t waste a second, as I buckled my seatbelt I selected the option for directions, it was almost impossible to drive as the searing pain in my massively distended and exhausted bladder was now so severe that it felt like it was being sliced open. I groaned and panted as the miles ticked down, “Four minutes to your destination” came the voice from the directions on my phone, I pressed my hand into my crotch, not sure if I could make it, still frantically searching for anywhere I could stop and relieve myself immediately. I removed my hand to change gear and felt a jet of hot pee escape, “No, no, no, no, no!” I groaned, in agony as I fought to try and hold it, I longed to pull the car over and rush out but there was nowhere to stop. “Two minutes to your destination” came the voice again, the pain was immense, I was shaking and felt dizzy as I tried to remain as calm and controlled as possible. I couldn’t help but let out a continuous moan as I drove, searching for anything that resembled a toilet, I rounded a corner and there it was, a chain petrol station! I could barely contain my relief, I felt a tear run down my cheek as I quickly pulled into the parking space and dived out of the car, almost forgetting the sheer intensity of my predicament. I instantly stopped and crossed my legs tightly, bending forwards, frozen to the spot in pure agony as I gently bent my knee upwards to try and hold on, to regain composure for just those last few seconds… I breathed slowly, as slowly as I could when it felt as though my bladder was so large it was squashing my lungs… I managed to regain just enough control to be able to walk without my hand pressing my crotch and slowly, gingerly walked towards the small shop, I clearly saw the signs for the toilets and headed in that direction, it was more than my bladder could take and I felt it contract and pulse with anticipation. As I approached the door I heard a voice across the shop “Excuse me, if you need to use the toilet you need a key!” he yelled, louder than was necessary from behind the counter. I flashed the briefest smile, “Do you have it?” I enquired, legs crossed and struggling to stay still. “I’ll get it, two minutes” he replied, I didn’t have two minutes, how could he not see that I simply could not wait any longer!? I pee danced across to the counter, there were cameras but I didn’t care, I couldn’t help it any more if I didn’t fidget and pee dance then I couldn’t hold it and would wet myself. I bobbed around near the counter, looking at the sweets and pastries, I was so thirsty and made a vow to buy a drink as soon as I had made room for it. As I paced back and forth I lifted one leg at a time, jiggling around in a frantic effort to hold back the impending flood, “Come on, come on!” I muttered under my breath, wondering where the attendant had disappeared to, I couldn’t hold it for much longer! By the time he returned I was once again frozen to the spot with my legs crossed, bobbing my hips to try and hold on. I held my hand out for the key, “You have to pay for your fuel first” he said, before adding “Only customer can use the bathroom.” I stared at him in disbelief, “I’m going to wet myself!” I exclaimed shamelessly, “If you don’t give me that key I will wet myself right here, right now, I CANNOT hold it any longer!” I said through gritted teeth, “PLEASE!” I added before he had chance to speak, I genuinely was about to wet myself, I could feel the pee at the very edge of my control, about to come out and soak me. “I’m sorry madam, I can’t, you have to be a customer!” he said, he was young and seemed apologetic but it wasn’t helping me. I bent forward as a wave of desperation caused a shiver down my spine, my legs were crossed but I couldn’t help but hold myself, “Please” I begged “Please, I can’t hold it any longer, please, once I have used the bathroom I will fill up my tank, buy a drink, a sandwich, in fact I am willing to buy this whole petrol station…” I felt a squirt of pee escape and trickle down my leg, followed by another, “PLEASE! I’m wetting myself, please, please give me the key and I PROMISE I will buy something afterwards, my purse is in the car and I can’t walk, I’m honestly wetting myself talking to you! PLEASE, oh God, PLEEEASE!” I begged, staring him in the eye in sheer desperation. “Okay, you promise though!?” he enquired “Because I’m not supposed to do this!” I nodded, I was now looking as though I was sitting on an invisible chair, squatted down with my legs crossed and trying everything to stop the squirts escape, I doubted I could even walk to the toilet… “Could you unlock it for me?” I enquired, “I can’t hold it!” I added desperately, “I can’t, I’m not allowed to leave the counter” he replied. I grabbed the key and quickly limped across the shop, frantically wriggling and bouncing to try and stop the flow, finally I managed to co-ordinate myself and get the key into the lock, struggling and fumbling as I groaned in desperation. Finally it opened, I flung open the door and quickly pulled it closed behind me, twisting the lock as I tore down my skirt and threw myself onto the toilet. Oh… My… Word, it felt amazing! I had needed it so badly, it was coming out with such speed that it hissed and splashed, unfortunately I hadn’t had time to take down my tights or knickers so was soaking them but at that moment I couldn’t care less! I peed for what seemed like forever, my bladder hurt, I don’t mean that it ached from the stretching, it actually hurt, as though I had injured it in some way. Finally, after some time I was empty, the pain in my bladder subsided slightly and I enjoyed a moment of deep breathing before peeling off my soaked tights and knickers and rolling them into a ball and placing them in the bin. I washed my hands and splashed my hot face, then wet a paper towel and cleaned the trickles of pee from my legs before pulling on my skirt and exiting the toilet. As promised I bought myself a drink, filled my tank with petrol and headed off to my meeting. An few hours later we had our first break in the meeting, a woman I knew fairly well came over to me “Do you know who the black Audi belongs to that is parked right outside?” she asked, it was mine, however I don’t normally drive a black Audi as I was using a company car so had completely forgotten that it was mine and so replied that I didn’t, and asked why. “Well…” she said, and leaned in closer to me as if she was about to share a secret “Just as the sun was coming up this morning, I looked out of my hotel window and saw that car parked in the car park. I couldn’t see the person’s face due to the angle of the car in relation to my window but I could clearly see that the lady in the driver’s seat was…” she paused again, lowered her voice and looked around to make sure nobody was nearby, “… masturbating!” she said in a hushed tone. Before I had chance to respond she continued “There was no doubt that was what she was doing, I could clearly see her with one, and then both hands down her skirt! She kept rocking her hips back and forth and throwing her head back in pleasure, she was obviously enjoying it! I just have no idea why you’d do it so publicly! At one point she even threw open the car door and I could hear her moaning through my open window, then she got her phone out and was texting, no doubt her husband or lover telling him what she was up to! Then she just drove off, still with one hand down her skirt finishing herself off!” I sipped at my tea, taking a longer time than usual, not sure what to say… “Well, that’s an interesting start to your morning then!” was all I could think of, “Absolutely!” she replied, “That’s why I wanted to know who it was, she’s obviously got more guts than me, I wanted to shake her hand… Assuming that she’s washed it of course! I wish I had the guts to blow off steam like that before a meeting” she laughed. I went red faced and hot all over, partly with embarrassment and partly through sheer thrill and excitement. “I’ve a good mind to wait around after the meeting, see who she is… What do you reckon?” she added, my heart sunk “Well, when I got here this morning that car was already here so I think it belongs to one of the people who work here, you may be waiting a long time!” I lied. “Ahh well, it’s worth a try, I will wait til we’ve all left at least, I’m so curious!” she chuckled before heading off to talk to someone else. I didn’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed, part of me wanted to head proudly to my car at the end of the meeting, however the more sensible side of me hung back for a good half hour to make sure everyone had gone before venturing out… If only she knew what was really happening in that car, that I wasn’t really ‘Blowing off steam’ but actually ‘Holding in liquids!’

Burstin

 

Desperate Observation

I’ve always said that when it comes to desperation it pays to be aware of your surroundings and keep your eyes open… As I proved today! I had popped into the shopping centre where I work to run some errands and had taken a moment to sit down and study my list, I noticed a girl sitting opposite me on a bench who looked uncomfortable. She was in her early 20s, slim, wearing blue jeans and a white vest top and was perched on the edge of the bench with her legs crossed but at the same time bouncing them up and down furiously. In fact she simply could not stop fidgeting her whole body and alternated between bouncing her legs and sliding her bottom back and forth on the bench, one hand was pressed between her knees looking poised to shoot up into her crotch if required and the other hand was placed flat over her bladder, which I assumed was giving her some discomfort. I sat and watched her for a while as her movements became more and more vigorous, she kept glancing around and checking her phone and seemed agitated and nervous. A lady sat next to her on the bench and she tried to remain still, it wasn’t much use… She was clearly very desperate but was holding it for whatever reason, how exciting, perhaps she shared my enjoyment? I made eye contact and smiled at her, she smiled back and then kept glancing over, as I stood up to walk away (I planned to peep from elsewhere) she also stood up and walked over to me. “Excuse me…” she said in a thick foreign accent, “Yes” I replied, she said something in her native tongue that I didn’t understand, I stared at her blankly, she seemed to be standing fairly still now. She repeated the phrase but I shook my head, she rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a small book, rifling through the pages she eventually pointed to a word… Toilet! “You need the toilet?” I asked, she nodded emphatically and I noticed that she had crossed her legs again “Yes, yes!” she replied. I began to direct her, they were fairly far away and the directions were complicated, I could see she didn’t really understand me by the vacant expression on her face. “Shall I walk you to them?” I asked, she stared blankly, gently hopping from one foot to another, I took her book and looked at it, it was an Italian to English translation book but with the opposite function towards the back. She waited patiently, slightly bent forwards with her legs crossed while I searched for the words… I… Show… You… Where… were the words I chose, along with using my fingers to point at myself then make a walking gesture. It seemed to get the point across and again she nodded vigorously “Thank you, thank you, please!” she replied. She was dragging a suitcase behind her which was causing her to have to stoop a little to one side, and was clearly uncomfortable with a full bladder. I offered my help and she gratefully accepted. Without her suitcase she walked carefully but fairly quickly, clearly keep to relieve herself but unable to rush any more than she already was. Her face was screwed up in a sort of pained and worried expression and she kept letting out little whimpers and steadied her bladder with both hands as she walked. She stopped for a moment and held on to the glass partition and crossed her legs tightly “Oh” she whimpered with her head down and her eyes closed, she bit her lip and then crossed her legs even tighter before muttering something in Italian and looking up at me shaking her head, “Far?” she asked, pointing forwards, “No” I shook my head, and gestured around the corner. Her mobile phone was ringing in her pocket but she ignored it as she was clearly focussed on regaining control before walking the last few painful steps. Eventually she steeled herself, exhaled slowly and nodded to me, I took this as acknowledgement that she was ready to ‘make a run for it’ so to speak. She clenched both fists and held them near her hips; I could tell by her face that this was agony and I couldn’t help but wonder whether she had leaked any during her stop… She quickened her pace slightly; clearly she knew she didn’t have long so needed to get there quickly… I moved quickly in front of her and lead the way, as we headed around the corner I pointed to the toilets, in case she felt the need to make a run for it, she didn’t appear to be able to and instead focussed and carefully, slowly walked one foot in front of the other, barely daring to part her thighs for a second, towards the door, it must have felt like such a long walk, in reality it WAS a long corridor but when you’re desperate and all you want to do is run but you’re physically unable I am well aware that it feels longer. Eventually we reached the door, she was moaning to herself and muttering in Italian constantly as I opened it and she stepped inside, she nodded to me again and said something in Italian with a weak laugh, she had already begun to unbutton her jeans before she had even got inside a cubicle, she banged the door shut and I hear her groan loudly as she began to pull them down. No more than a second later I heard the familiar whoosh and hiss of a bursting bladder being emptied into the toilet bowl. “Mmmmm” I heard as the stream went on, and on and on, before finally slowing to a still strong stream, and then dwindling into almost nothing. Her phone rang again and I heard her answer it and speak in Italian, she seemed a little angry but then laughed… I wondered what was being said. Moments later a girl walked into the toilets and saw me standing with the young girl’s suitcase, “Are you the lady who helped Anna?” she asked, “Erm, I have no idea, I was helping a lady and this is her bag?” I replied. At that moment a very relieved looking young lady exited the toilet cubicle, she rolled her eyes and pretended to mop her brow as she said “Phew!” we all laughed. She spoke to her friend in Italian, gesturing to me all the time, they both glanced at me and laughed and then continued to speak. “Anna wants to say thank you, she only landed from Italy this morning and we had arranged to meet here today but I was over an hour late and so, as you guessed she was desperate for the toilet!” her friend explained, Anna nodded vigorously again before saying something to her friend while looking at me, her friend laughed “Okay, she was VERY desperate for the toilet! She’s very grateful of your help, she had no idea where to find the toilets and was afraid to ask anyone but you smiled at her so she guessed you were friendly” she continued as Anna spoke to her in Italian. “She said she has never needed it so badly before and thought she was going to have an accident! She had been sending me messages for more than an hour telling me how badly she had to go but that she was afraid to ask anyone, she began to panic and then you came along and helped her, she wants me to tell you again how grateful she is” She replied, I told her she was more than welcome and that I was glad that I had managed to help avoid an accident. With that I gave her back her suitcase, smiled and headed back out into the crowds. I couldn’t quite believe what had just happened, but was so glad I had my eye finely tuned on the crowd… What a stroke of luck, I was completely awestruck and a little turned on, I also hadn’t realised that I too needed to pee, but couldn’t simply walk back into the same toilets I had just come from so walked across the centre to the others, all the time thanking my stars for the experience!

Burstin

 

A whole WEEK later... Desperation and Wetting!

I don’t know whether I’m enjoying or hating the fact that my bladder capacity seems notably reduced since my mammoth personal best hold. I mean, on one hand it’s frustrating when you’ve been used to an enormous bladder and suddenly have to pee what feels like it’s every 5 minutes! But on the other hand I’m enjoying a lot more desperation and genuinely don’t know whether I can make it or not quite a lot of the time! One such situation was yesterday, I had headed out early in the morning to try and beat the rush, I had already ticked off a visit to the post office collection depot, visited my grandparents and been to the cashpoint before the shops opened at 9am. I headed into town to return some clothes and buy some new shoes; I managed to do both in the same store which is unusually efficient for me. As I stood at the counter I realised I needed to pee, I glanced around the store to see if it had toilets. It didn’t seem to so I continued with exchanging the clothes for the shoes and headed back to the car, when I parked in the supermarket I told myself that I would have to head to the loo in case I couldn’t hold it, since my ability to hold had been somewhat depleted by my recent huge hold! I climbed out of the car and grabbed my bag, locking it behind me then returning instantly to close the window I had left open. As I walked towards the supermarket I decided I wasn’t prepared to be a slave to the toilet and that I WOULD hold it, I knew I had the capacity so perhaps it was just a willpower thing that was making me nervous rather than a physical incapability. I grabbed a trolley and headed in, passing by the toilets just inside the doors with steely resolve! I wondered through the fresh vegetable aisles, deciding what to buy and finding the freshest ingredients before heading into the bread aisles where I seemed to spend at eternity. I knew I couldn’t need it too badly, it had only been around 5 hours since I last went and I hadn’t drunk too much, just a litre of water and some orange juice, but I felt like I was about to burst! By the time I reached the chiller near the end of the shop my poor bladder was aching so bad I was struggling to concentrate! I had to think and re-think my selections and was dying to pee; I decided I would have to go before I got in the car… Or maybe I would load up the car and then go, to try and hold out those few extra minutes! When it came to the frozen section I was desperate, it had taken me around an hour to get from needed a pee slightly to being absolutely desperate! This was unlike me and I was determined to push it as far as I could go to see whether I really was bursting or whether I had much longer in me with the right determination! I crossed my legs tightly as I debated over ice-cream, deciding which flavour would go best with the chocolate desert I had bought as a treat. My bladder wasn’t even that painful, aching yes, painful no, so I knew I had loads more room inside me, yet I felt like I was about to wet myself as I bent forwards to reach into the freezer. I crossed my legs again, even tighter this time and squeezed as hard as I could while standing absolutely still, I wasn’t sure I could move I was so desperate… I thought I would wet myself if I even so much as breathed too heavily! Predictably as the minutes passed the urge died down to an uncomfortably desperate ache and I felt able to move again, I had made my ice-cream decision some minutes before but stood pretending to ponder whilst I waited for the pressure in my bladder to calm down. I threw the ice-cream in the trolley and headed for the checkout, if I had forgotten anything it was tough I would have to come back after I had been to the loo! I joined the sizeable queue and wished there were more checkout staff available, I searched up and down the queues for the smallest or the fastest moving in a vain attempt to get to the toilet quickly before I couldn’t hold it any longer. I decided to stay where I was and try to ride it out, trying to stay calm when feeling like you’re about to wet yourself and having absolutely no idea when or how much there will be if you do is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. I’m not used to being so ‘out of control’ of my bladder, and although my brain is telling me I really should rush to the toilets before I lose control my heart is telling me to keep holding until I get home… The queue seems to be moving at snail’s pace, in reality it is no faster or slower than usual but it feels painfully slow due to the pressure building in my bladder. I cross my legs and bend forwards leaning my elbows on the trolley handle and tapping my foot gently. I’m fidgeting constantly now and feel like I desperately need to hold myself to stop the pee coming out against my will, is this how ordinary people feel when desperate I wonder, do they really have to go so badly but with no pain or swelling? My bladder feels a little hard to the touch but nothing compared to my usual bursting fullness, I’m fascinated and yet disappointed at the same time! Finally I begin to load my shopping onto the conveyor, I have to uncross my legs but the gentle rocking motion of going from trolley to conveyor helps me feel a little more controlled, although bending over the trolley adds to the pressure slightly from time to time. I watch the lady scan each item in what seems like slow motion, and feel as though I want to cry each time something doesn’t scan first time and she has to fiddle with the packet! I really am not sure how much longer I can hold it, I cross my legs and wiggle a little, I feel as though I’m on the absolute verge of wetting myself so slip my hand into the pocket of my shorts and try to give myself a little reassuring squeeze, but it’s no use I just can’t quite reach through the tiny pockets of my pale orange shorts. Eventually after what seems like an eternity she finishes scanning my items and reads me the total, I place my card into the reader and struggle to lift the bags into the trolley… Each time I lift a bag I can’t help but tighten my tummy muscles which adds extra pressure to my already pressured bladder! I pay and quickly walk away, only to be called back moments later as I have left my card behind… Rushing towards the doors to the toilets I notice that they are the other side of the barrier, I’m not supposed to take my trolley back through so I have to choose between holding it until I have loaded the car and ditched the trolley or chancing leaving a trolley full of paid goods near to the exit while I head to the loo. I opt for the financially safer option of loading the car first, much to my bladders distress, it knows that the toilets are close so plays on its desperation even more, I can barely think straight as I unlock the car and quickly begin to unload the bags. I pause for a moment as I fight to hold it, before trying to carry on, only to be forced to pause again! I am absolutely desperate for a wee and literally about to wet myself, despite managing a huge hold of 2600ml only days earlier I am today barely able to contain what I estimate to be little over a litre of pee, if that! I contemplate abandoning my shopping or asking a kind Samaritan to watch it while I rush inside and pee but both options sound ridiculous so I carry on! I’m a grown woman and can hold my pee for a little longer, I DON’T need to go that badly, I CAN hold it, I CAN hold it, I repeat to myself in my head… I’m holding myself with one hand now, barely obscured by the trolley and the car I really can’t help it, if I don’t hold myself I will wet myself! I continue to load the endless stream of bags into the car with one hand while holding myself with the other hand, bending forward at the waist as I begin to feel the cramping pains of severe desperation tearing through my still worn out bladder. I groan a little as a squirt of pee escapes, and try to hold it back while I load the last few bags but it is no use! Almost without warning and definitely without any opportunity for me to stop it I begin to wet myself, pee runs down my crossed legs and soaks my sandals and the ground beneath them. I can’t even stop it, it feels like I have no strength in my pelvic floor to tighten up any more than I already am; it keeps pumping out of me like a slow trickling hose, far from my usual pressure. Sure, the first few bursts were pressured but this is just like a normal pee but one I simply couldn't hold. I stand hidden between the cars until I am empty, finally able to move freely I make light work of the last few bags and sacrifice my £1 trolley deposit in favour of not allowing the remainder of the car park to see my wet shorts! I use a spare carrier bag to line my car seat and slowly lower myself down into the seat, feeling the soggy material sticking to my thighs and bottom as I do so. Still, I guess that answers my question… It’s not psychological; I just really cannot hold it at the moment! Part of me hopes it improves soon, but the other part is still enjoying the extra desperation particularly since it is markedly less painful this way yet the desperation is still as intense! I guess I could get used to it, if I had to!

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Days later!

It's official... My bladder is ruined from this hold! This morning my alarm went of at 5:30am as it always does, I sat up and began to wake up but my phone received an email so I lay back down to read it, next thing I know I'm waking up at 7:10am! I have to be at work for 8am and work 45 minutes away, I skip my shower (I had one last night anyway) and pull on my clothes quickly, I brush my hair, brush my teeth and paste on the smallest amount of make up before heading out to the car grabbing my handbag and an apple for breakfast on the way! I throw everything in the car and quickly jump in, fastening my seatbelt as I reverse... I realise immediately that I need a wee fairly badly, and have skipped my morning toilet visit, I stop the car and decide whether to head back inside and risk being late or risk wetting myself. I figure I can hold it for 45 mins (this should be easy for me!) so carry on. A mere 15 minutes later I realise that this has been a huge mistake! I hadn't bargained on the weakness in my bladder following Sunday's mammoth hold... As I pull up to the traffic lights at 7:25am I am desperate for a wee, and struggling to hold it. My bladder isn't even that full, it's not hard and swollen like it normally is. Granted it hurts a lot and is fairly full, to the point where a 'normal' person would really need to go, but for me this is barely anything. I feel a leak escape as I pull away from the lights, I quickly change gear and thrust my hand into my crotch. I push as hard as I can stand on my still aching pee hole and try to prevent any further leaks, however every time I need to change gear or go over a bump in the road a little more leaks out. It's as though my pee hole just doens't close anymore, it just keeps on leaking out no matter how hard I try! One thing's for certain, I can't seem to tighten my muscles down there, they're painful beyond belief and just won't be forced to tighten. I squeeze my thighs together and try to hold on but it's diffucult, small squirts keep escaping and I know I'm not going to make it. I'm stuck on a dual carriageway with no hard shoulder, no laybys, nothing. I regain control for a moment and mistakenly think I can make it, I drive past an open petrol station (I'm not sure whether it even had a toilet but it would have been worth a try!) and continue to work, the next ten minutes or so I seem to be relatively in control and feel as though I've made progress. It still hurts and I'm desperate to go but I don't seem to be leaking which is a huge positive! Around 15 minutes away from work my bladder seemed to fill like crazy, it went from painful to ready to explode in about 5 minutes, and WAS now a little hard and very full. I tried to concentrate on driving but it was so distracting, I squeezed my legs together tighter and really tried to squeeze my muscles tightly, even if it was only a little bit it may give me an extra few minutes. It hurt tremendously and I could hardly drive, so I relaxed a little and tried to use my hand and legs to keep things back. When I stopped at lights I crossed my one knee over the other, it worked like a dream and really helped me hold on but I always had to uncross them to drive... I cursed myself for not driving an automatic! I hear sirens behind me, an ambulance with blue lights and sirens blaring was gaining on me, I pulled to the left but it wasn't enough to give the ambulance safe passage so I turned my wheels into the kerb and accelerated slightly to bump my car up the kerb... It was the tiniest bump but it was enough to break the seal and cause me to wet myself, I couldn't stop it, I tried to tense and tighten up my sphincter but it hurt so much I just couldn't, I sat there and let it happen... It went on for what seemed like ages, sat there with cars all around me and pedestrians just inches away walking along the pavement. I had no idea what to do, here I was drenched and sitting in my own puddle of pee! It was a hot day and the car would soon dry out, I had been drinking loads so it shouldn't be too strong and so shouldn't smell but my black trousers were soaked... When I arrived at work 10-15 minutes later they stuck to my bottom and thighs with wetness. I managed to unlock the door without anyone noticing, but this didn't stop me feeling incredibly nervous and embarrassed! Fortunately only my bum was wet since I was sitting so I hid the damage under my long suit jacket until I could head to the toilets. Here I used my master key to lock the door to the toilets and slipped out of my trousers, I sat on the toilet and emptied the meager remnants of my pee into the bowl before drying my trousers beneath the hand dryer and heading out to the office... I vowed there and then to always ensure that I emptied my bladder regularly after a big hold!

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The Morning After

Good morning! Wow do I hurt this morning, I can barely hold it at all when I need to go and my whole body aches from the effort of holding on for SO long while SO full. For the last hour of my desperation last night I wanted nothing more than to let go, I had to really push myself to hold on. It felt as though the whole of my body was pushing down to force it out, the desperation was intense and the pain, oh the PAIN! It is physically impossible to tense my pelvic floor this morning as the pain is unreal, it was the same last night, I shook with the effort and felt physically sick but still held on. My bladder was so tight that when pressing it (gently!) there was no give whatsoever, my skin on my tummy felt stretched and tight and my whole abdomen felt full and bloated. At the height of my desperation my left leg went numb, I can onnly assume that the enormity of my bladder was pressing on a nerve somewhere causing this. The base of my spine hurt, my pubic bone felt as though it would explode and was too painful to even touch, it still is today, my bladder low down there is extremely tender rising to agony if I press it or try to hold my pee. But the worst pain by miles was down below, putting my hand down there towards the end to stop the flow I could physically feel the enormous weight of the liquid pushing down into my lady parts... Crossing my legs and pressing my hand firmly against it was the only way to gain any relief, the moment I opened my legs the agony was unbearable, as my bladder shifted downwards causing the pressure to rise further as it squashed down, pushing upwards underneath caused a visible bulge to appear in my abdomen just beneath my belly button which got bigger the more I pushed up, and the more I pushed up the better the pain got. I wanted to pee dance but couldn't, even the act of breathing was a painful necesity, hence why I felt so faint and sick I believe as I tried to keep my breathing shallow to avoid adding to the pressure. I felt frantic, slightly panicked but tried to remain calm throughout, I managed well until the last 30 minutes or so when the pressure intensified and I began to feel my kidneys hurting, I knew I hadn't got long as they also began pushing more and more pee down towards my bladder, I didn't want to cause damage but knew I could manage a little longer. Everything was tightened and squeezed, legs crossed, doubled over in pain but also to give my bladder more room to grow, to avoid tightening my tummy muscles and crushing it further. I focussed everything on just keeping it in, not allowing room for a drop to escape as I pressed two fingers harder and harder against my pee hole, pinching the skin together to keep it tightly closed. Every time my bladder contracted and contorted I had to try harder to hold it, stopping breathing whiole the contraction passed to avoid extra pressure, pushing myself to squeeze my already exhausted muscles even tighter! Forcing my thighs together from the knee and squatting down a few more inches to raise the upwards pressure in my crotch to keep everything back... Oh it hurt, it hurt like crazy, I kept my eyes tight shut and my teeth gritted, moaning in agony and pleasure all at once. Knowing, just knowing I was holding something amazing and that I just HAD to keep going to ensure I squeezed in every single last drop, I swayed gently from side to side, lost in tha agony and ecstacy of it all... Gently moving my lower half from one side to another wondering whether there was a secret ml that wasn't filled with fluid that my bladder would find and occupy. Gently and carefully I placed a hand beneath my bulge, supporting it and using my warm hand to calm it, I had to go so, so badly! It was all I could think about, "I can't hold it much longer, it's hurting to push it back" I told my boyfriend, it was pure unadulterated agony now to push againt the pressure of a contraction, white flashes flickered in my eyes and I knew I would pass out soon if the pain didn't subside. I carefully uncrossed my legs and steadily began to walk around, it helped but not much, every step though careful and slow jolted my bladder as if I was being punched. I stopped to cross my legs as I felt a wave of desperate pressure overcome me, I moaned in pain as I fought to push it back... I remember thinking my bladder was so huge and that this hold would be an amazing one if I could just manage a few more minutes, a few more ml of liquid, my kidneys were hurting, I knew they were trying to push more in and hoped they were succeeding but at the same time I knew I couldn't keep them waiting for long for fear of damage! I bent double as the biggest wave of desperation sweeps through me, physically taking my breath away and almost making me sick, I swallow back the saliva that fills my mouth and concentrate on holding it, I know that it is almost time, I know I'm making noises that must sound like I am possessed and I know that I physically cannot hold it any longer, pee begins to burst free and snake down my legs. I squeeze tighter and stop it but the pain makes me feel like I will be sick again, or pass out, hard to say which will come first. "I can't hold it!" I gasp, my boyfriend comes running over and moves the bucket, I fight hard to wait just a few minutes more but I can't... I simply can't! I quickly squat down, into a kneeling position with my lips over the bucket, for a split second it doesn't come, it bursts out hard then stops completely, I panic... The pain is out of this world and I desperately NEED it to stop before I pass out. After what feels like hours but was probably not even seconds I feel a torrent of pee burst out, it keeps coming and coming and coming, oh the pain!! It's a million times worse than ever before as my bladder tightens harder than it ever has, it's not going to allow me to win, it is releasing its load and I cannot stop it, I don't want to stop it, exhausted and in agony I sit and struggle to cope with the pain and pressure, not to mention the exhaustion, I know it won't last forever but at that moment it was all consuming and I sobbed... My boyfriend came and cuddled me and I remember nothing else, I'm not sure if I passed out or fell asleep but the last thing I remember was him telling me "Well done and never again am I watching you go through that!" I woke several times in the night, he forced me to drink lots (rightfully so) to flush myself out so I have been back and forth all night, I wet myself around 30 minutes after my hold, wetting the bed in the process and I even had an accident when I just couldn't make it on time, it was a large flood of the carpet let me tell you! It may take me days to get back to some sort of normality, work this afternoon and evening will be fun with such a painful and weak bladder! Oh yes, the matter of measurement, I bet you're all waiting to see if I managed the three litres aren't you?! Well, you'll be sad to discover that I did not, I genuinely don't think it is possible... The agony and suffering I endured produced a bladder busting 2650 ml, add to that possibly 50-100ml that I lost in the leak and you have a capacity that I am truly proud of, but I really had to suffer to get there! I am confident that I couldn't have held any more whatsoever, even if you stitched me closed I'm confident that it would have burst through the stitches! Or caused kidney failure! I've searched around and I truly believe that my bladder is something special, I would love to be able to see what it does to my internal anatomy when it is so full, as I genuinely think that it absolutely FILLED my entire abdomen... Kind of in the same way the womb does when it is carrying a baby! I hope you're not too disappointed with my inability to reach 3 litres, when you're out shopping take a look at a two litre bottle, and add another half on to that and ask yourself whether YOU could hold that inside your abdomen for 10 hours... I am truly proud of myself! But as my boyfriend said, never again! Note: Apologies in advance for any spelling mistakes, I will correct these later, having to stop every few minutes to pop to the loo has made this take way longer than anticipated and I am running a little late for work.

Burstin

 

10 hours!

Update: 9 hours holding it, 12 hours since last pee, one bottle of wine, two litres of water, a pint of water and a pint of orange squash later... OUCH! Even with painkillers this hurts big time! It feels like my bladder is tearing apart and with each new wave of pressureand cramp it is more intense, I am quite simply holding it for dear life now! I have moved from sitting to standing and am currently leaning forward with my tablet on the windowledge typing with one hand with the other firmly pressed in my crotch... I'm not sure I need it but the pressure on my pelvic floor is so mind numbingly painful that the only thing giving me any relief is my hand pressing it back up to where it should be every so gently and slightly rubbing it and relieving the tension and discomfort, barely but it is a help. My BF is currently rubbing my back, as though I'm in labour! Not my kidneys, lets be clear, my actual spine which is aching as though it is compressed, is this even possible?! I'm having to focus and think about every word here... My mind is consumed with thoughts of relief, clean white toilets, lush green bushes, the middle of a packed shopping centre with everyone watching... Right now I have to go SO badly that I don't even care anymore, if someone told me that the only way to go would be to stand on stage at the wembley arena and wet myself then I'd do it, anything for relief. The only reason I am carrying on is because I want to see a record, I want to see how much pee this swollen bladder has contained, and in order to ensure that I manage to hit optimum capacity I have to ensure that I wait until it tells me that it can't hold it in any longer! It is already telling me it can't fit another drop into it, I'm sure it has been telling me that for about 3 hours, but I haven't listened and since the desperation has become more and more intense as the sloshing sensation has subsided in my tummy I can only assume that it has somehow managed to contain a little more... The pain is quite simply breathtaking, I feel as though I might be sick with every wave... It is so immense that my legs are shaking, as is my whole body in fact, quiverring with effort and a mixture of exhaustion and pain. Why do it?! Because I am somehow enjoying every single solitary last second of it! The agony of the severely (and I really do mean severely) distended ball of rock solid liquid forcibly held in my swollen and cramped abdomen is the ultimate pleasure. To have such control over a supposedly uncontrollable bodily function, to deny your body something that it so fundamentally (and desperately, ohhhhh so desperately) needs is the ultimate thrill. The pressure and pain is intoxicating, the thrill of hopefully hitting that coveted 3 litre mark is unbelievable! I can barely keep my eyes open... My head keeps nodding despite the fact that I am standing up, but the pain wakes me immediately as soon as I begin to doze, my legs are now firmly crossed and my hand clamped in my crotch, not long now... Now long until the pee that I have been holding for more than 10 hours bursts out of me, regardless of how in control I think I may be, my body and indeed my bladder will remind me that it is the boss and it only allows me temporary control. It's the BF here, I have had to take over control as she fights for every drop to stay inside, I will try and be as descriptive as she is but no doubt she will read over it prior to publishing and add her own spin to my words: Currently she is squatting, legs crossed tightly, hand squeezing her lips closed for all it's worth with her knees bent and her head resting on her arm on the windowsil, she is squatted down so far that her bottom is just a foot above the floor and she is gently bouncing up and down. She is constantly humming "mmmmmm, mmmmmm, MMMMM, mmmmmm," which gets louder as the discomfort intensifies and she fights her body's urge to let go. Occasionally it stops altogether and there is a little grunt of pure effort as she tightens everything possible to keep going, hopeful that with every passing minute there might be an extra drop to add to that 3 litres! "This hurts so bad, it had better be worth it!" she whimpers, before adding "I can't hold it much longer its physically too painful to force it back its about to come out" she gasps and pants before resuming her humming, this time "MMMMMMM, MMMMM, MMMMM, OHHHHHHH, MMMMMMMM, OHHHH GOD, MMMMMM, AAHHHHHH, OHHHH, NO, NO, NO, not yet... " she whispered the last bit through gritted teeth, it hurts me to see her in such pain but I know she is determined to do something magical and is secretly enjoying every second of it! Back to the humming again, now she is standing up but bent forward at 90 degrees, one hand still in her crotch and the other holding her bulging bladder as she grunts with the effort of holding it. "It's coming soon, I can't hold it much longer" she said as she makes sure her bucket is nearby, she is wearing just a vest with nothing down below for ease of relief. She looks utterly exhausted and can't stop shaking, she is doubled over now, legs still crossed tightly. Now her legs are uncrossed and she is pacing carefully and fairly slowly across the living room, stopping to cross her legs every few seconds as waves of desperation overcome her. She is holding on to the mantelpiece now, seemingly frozen still, bent forward with her hand in her crotch... The other hand travels from the mantelpieve to rest on her bladder, "Oh, it hurts, this is amazing, my bladder is so huge it's unbelievable!" she smiles, which turns into a familiar wince as a wave of cramping, burning, stabbing desperation flashes like a lightning strike across her bulging bladder. Suddenly she bends forward and places both hands in her crotch, "Quickly, it's coming!" she yelps! I rush over and ensure that the bucket is in place as she fights for every last second, shifting from foot to foot... "I can hold it, just a few more minutes" she pants, her face contorted with pain... No more than 30 seconds later she gasps and quickly grabs the bucket and swings it beneath her before squatting down and kneeling over it "Ohh" she almost screams... "Oh God, it hurts, I can't do it, it's so painful I can't let it out!" she begins to panic for a moment until seconds later despite her panicked face I hear the sound of gushing pee bursting into the plastic bucket... She clenches her fists and grits her teeth, and begins to pound her fists against her thighs... "Oh God, it hurts so bad!" she sobs as her poor exhausted and overstretched bladder contracts to remove every last drop of pee, her lips must be burning, her sphincter must be painful yet if this pee is anything more than 2300ml it has been worth it. She pees for what seems like an eternity, slowly as the bucket fills her face begins to relax and my beautiful girlfriend returns... Her eyelids become heavy and I watch as she struggles to stay awake. I kneel in front of her and cuddle her close, careful to keep the bucket beneath her as she continues to pee, and pee, and pee, eventually her stream slows to a mere dribble, and eventually gives way to drips and finally, nothing! By this point she is entirely asleep, it is now past 2am, she has been up since 4am and has managed to hold her pee for an amazing 10+ hours! I carefully carry her to bed, gently placing her exhausted body down and pulling a sheet over her... I return to the living room where her impressive looking bucket remains, and carefully measure its contents. I will now follow her instructions to post this to her friends... Before heading to bed to cuddle her and rub that poor deflated bladder! Goodnight, she shall update you all in the morning.

Burstin

 

7 Hours

Update: I'm so unbelievably uncomfortable! I'm half sitting half lying on the sofa in a position that is making my neck and shoulders burn but since my bladder seems settled I'm trying desperately to resist the urge to move! My laptop is way down on my thighs as there is no way I can rest it anywhere near my tummy due to the immensity of my bladder bloat! I've just finished a pint of water that I have been sipping over the last half hour, just to ensure that I really am at optimum fullness and that there really is no room for any more. I don't particularly feel desperate but I am aware that is probably just moments away since my bladder has now distended to the size of a watermelon, only ten times as juicy! I haven't moved from the waist down in over an hour, not even a wriggle of the toes, just in case anything reminds my bladder exactly how close to bursting it really is... I'm sure it has forgotten as normally by now I am sure I would be frantically pee dancing and fighting to remain in control. Today however I am not clenching anything, nothing is squeezed, nothing crossed, just stillness and focus... I feel as though I am meditating. As I am writing this my BF has arrived home and propped me up with a pillow, removing my dicomfort and the burning pain in my shoulders without jolting my bladder, I am now working on another pint of water, very slowly so as not to overload. In a bid to really hold on longer I have also taken some over the counter pain relief, to try and dull down the cramping which is sure to start any moment. Even my BF agrees that my bladder looks larger than usual, he said he can clearly see the dome shape of my abdomen which is usually lost when I lie on my back. The pressure is immense, probably the worst I have ever felt, it feels like my entire insides are being squashed and my pelvic floor muscles are hurting and feel as though they are being pushed so low down that they may never recover. My pubic bone aches, I have no idea why, perhaps because my bladder is pushing against it so firmly? Perhaps it is my bladder that aches but the aching pain has rolled into one huge ball of pain so it is difficult to tell what is what. It is uncomfortable in the extremes, I would love nothing more than to go and sit on the cool white toilet seat and relax, allowing the pressure and discomfort to wash away down the pan... However I may NEVER feel this full again, so it won't be wasted :) I can feel the pressure rising almost unberably now, my body is trying to make me move my leg to bounce it or cross it to relieve the pressure on the floodgates that are my sphinchter and pelvic floor muscles but I am holding out, trying not to move, trying not to panic about the sheer volume of warm pee forcibly held inside me... Oh yes, there's no mistaking the rise in urgency and desperation!! It's fair to say I am unbelievably desperate for a wee now, hardly surprising since it has been almost 10 hours since I last went and 7 hours since I realised I needed to go. In that time I have consumed a bottle of white wine, two litres of water and another pint of water... Possibly more before I realised that I needed to go! I need to concentrate on not giving in to the urge to panic and rush to the loo... Be back soon! Ouch!!

Burstin

 

6 Hours

I wish I could find the words to explain how huge my bladder feels right now... It feels like it stretches from hip to hip and from above my belly button right down into my bum. It may be psychological but it feels way bigger than usual, I have to really struggle to stand up and am having to be really careful not to press anywhere on my abdomen as it feels so swollen and bloated, almost like I've been inflated! Even typing on the laptop is causing pressure from my arm brushing past. It feels so fragile and yet so solid all at once, I'm trying to keep as still as possible so as not to move things around and increase the already enormous amount of pressure I'm feeling. I have immense discomfort/pain low down in my abdomen, the focus of the pressure is really throbbing. And I also have a bit of pain above my belly button where the top of my bladder is poking out... I also feel like I have pressure in my bum, like my bladder is taking up every inch of space and really pressing on my bowels! If ever I am going to manage a record breaking hold then this MAY be it. I genuinely feel HUGELY distended and the amount of pressure is intense, the pain will be too I have no doubt but I am prepared for it! I really hope it's a record breaker, or at least a little more than my recent 2300ml!!!!!! It's really starting to hurt now, I may need to change position slightly... Will try and update you in a while if I can manage it but may need to concentrate!

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